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quietly gives you a quicksilver and hides

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let's make it fuckin adorable

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[againsttheworld]

Skating wasn't something that was completely foreign to Raven, thankfully, but neither was it something she was exactly stellar at. She could recall a couple of times she'd gone with Charles, but they weren't that often, especially not when he had his thesis to write. It had been years. Even longer, considering the fact that the last time she took a break to actually live was sometime before Erik got locked up. Back when things were better. Less fucked up.

But things were quieter again, and she thought she had the chance to take a little time for herself. Maybe enjoy the winter. So she grabbed a pair of skates and hit the local outdoor rink, a massive place filled with people laughing and enjoying themselves, and she quietly pretended that she was there with Charles. She didn't delude herself with any sort of thought that Erik would be there, waiting for her with hot chocolate; it was too domestic, and he was never that. He transcended that.

gonna try to make this not be shitty 8D

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He liked ice skating. His mother used to take him when he was younger, and he took his sister when his mother was too occupied to do it herself (though this time, he was flying solo). He liked to watch the way everyone thought they were going fast, when really they were moving so awfully slow. So slow that it was almost painful. He could zip between them, completely undetected, and sometimes he liked to untie skates and adjust legs to trip people up, make them crash and burn and embarrass themselves.

He never hurt anybody; it was all just fun.

He spotted Raven across the rink, a pretty face among a lot of boring ones. He didn't notice her just because she was pretty, though. What really caught his generally fleeting attention was the strange cut of her skin. It wasn't normal, all wavering and moving, like the surface of a pond that's just been disturbed. Now that was interesting.

He zipped off the ice, receiving a steaming cup of hot chocolate (something he's never really had a taste for himself; he preferred cold things) from a stand, and more or less appeared at her side, holding it out to her. It was a polite way to precede what he was about to say to her.

"Why does your face look weird?" he asked, the perfect picture of well-taught manners.

never shitty 8D

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It wasn't everyone who could tell she was all but wearing a mask. Of course, neither was it everyone who could practically predict her needs as she skated along, suddenly appearing out of nowhere with a cup of hot chocolate. Sometimes she thought she might be part-reptile, or at least cold-blooded, to be so partial to hot things the way she was. Cold things had their place too, but she'd always liked hot chocolate.

"Is that how you greet all the ladies?" Raven simply asked him, plucking the cup out of his hands as she slowed a little, eyeing him thoughtfully. Her face betrayed nothing, something she'd gotten very good at over the years.

ffffft whatever!!!

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"No. I don't usually greet people."

He forced himself to slow down to her speed, something that he found a bit difficult to accomplish. She moved so slow. Everyone moved so slow. Right now, he was moving so slow, and he hated it. He didn't like having to slow himself down, his physical speed, his thoughts, his speech, so everyone else could keep up. He was used to it, sure, but he certainly didn't like it.

Honestly, he wouldn't have bothered, but she looked interesting, and he was bored. He was basically always bored.

"So. Why does your face do that thing?" he asked again, making some strange wiggly-finger-hand-gesture to emphasize. "It's all like, shimmery and weird. But not bad weird. Kinda cool, weird."

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"Seriously?" She asked, a touch of a laugh on her lips, her eyebrows lifting a little. Hardly the expected response, even from someone who all but appeared out of nowhere and practically screams mutant!! to her. There was something off about him, something beyond just average mundanity. She was impressed, just a little.

"Well, thanks," Raven responded in regards to the off-hand compliment he'd managed before a smirk curved her lips a little bit more. "I don't think I've ever had my face described quite like that before. Why do you think it does that?"

Mutant and proud, sure, but that didn't mean she was going to announce it in front of everyone. Not unless he did first. You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

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"Yes." It wasn't like he tried to hide his mutant status. Oddly enough, it took more energy to act normal than it did to zip around all the time. He honestly gave no fucks about keeping it a secret, never cared when people did double takes at his sudden appearances and blinked in confusion at his just as sudden disappearances.

He looked at her for a second, a frown creasing his brow. "It's a nice face," he assured, like maybe he was a little worried that he might've offended her. His social skills might have been a bit stunted, perhaps. "It's like..." More frowning, some squinting. "Like mesh. Like there's something behind it but I can't see through all the little holes."

For a moment, there was only a faintly awed expression, something curious and interested, before he asked, "What's behind your face? Is it another face? A different face? Is it something else?"

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With an ability like his, she would find it hard to believe if anyone took him seriously anyway. Well. Maybe she was taking his personality into consideration as well, just a little bit. Maybe she hadn't been talking to him long, but she found it hard to believe if he had a lot of friends. He was pretty brusque.

But hey, at least he was aware of it.

A little smile tugged at her mouth and her eyebrows lifted a little at him. "Thanks," Raven reiterated, a bit more open now. She watched him intently, curious about what he was thinking and wishing for not the first time that she had telepathy so she could find out.

"A face under a face? That sounds pretty creepy, actually. Like I've stolen someone else's skin so I could wear it around like a mask," she pointed out.